Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 734 See You Again
Pei Ye. A name that is both familiar and unfamiliar, heard here suddenly, it makes one feel momentarily disoriented.

Not only was Xu Wensang stunned for a moment, but many sword students also looked over in surprise.

The current generation of sword students naturally recognized him, but it had been a long time since they had met him. The previous generation of sword students had only heard of him through legends and knew that there was such a genius in the Sword Cultivation Academy who had broken through the "Tianlin Yi" sword, but few of them had actually seen his face.

To be honest, on that day, the wind and snow were raging on the Vermilion Bird Terrace. Many people remembered the disheveled figure, but not many people could see the face clearly.

People have gotten used to the fact that he is not actually in the Sword Academy.

Just like in the capital today, when people first talk about the new swordsmen from the major sects who have entered the capital, they always bring up this name for comparison, and eventually conclude that he is far inferior. But "Young Master Pei" has not actually appeared, so outsiders are always skeptical of this name they have never heard of.

Gradually, as various sword tournaments were held, the true skill levels were revealed, and a large number of legendary sword geniuses entered the capital, the name "Pei Ye" was naturally not forgotten, but it was indeed gradually overshadowed.

Because there are so many excellent swordsmen, there are too many exciting topics to discuss every day. If this name is mentioned, everyone will naturally exclaim in amazement, but most of the time it is not mentioned at all.

Thus, "Young Master Pei" gradually became a mysterious legend, much like the special beef offal hot pot of Shenjing. The residents of Shenjing all spoke with unwavering conviction and certainty, but outsiders always remained doubtful and unconvinced.

Yan Rigong did not associate this name with the Chang'an Sword Repair Academy.

Xu Wensang was in a difficult situation.

He did indeed know the name; in this month's national newspaper's predictions, he was listed third on the list of top predictions, behind Qiu Jizi and Jin Yang.

So he was a sword student from the Sword Academy, recommended by Qiu Jizi?
Xu Wensang's expressionless face was somewhat stiff. He stared motionlessly at the boy opposite him, his jaw muscles bulging, and the veins on his hand gripping the sword becoming increasingly prominent.

The boy has arrived on the field.

In fact, not only him, but the entire sword arena was eerily quiet, with only a few glances passing by.

The sword students were naturally excited.

Although the disciples of the major sects had their own thoughts, many sword students from the small and medium-sized sword sects felt a strong sense of belonging to the Chang'an Sword Cultivation Academy. In recent days, various sword sects had come to visit, and regardless of whether they had malicious intentions or not, most of them were well prepared. The Sword Academy stood here like a wooden dummy, acting as a sparring partner. The wooden dummy would get beaten up, and the other party would leave with some experience and reputation. It was as if they could get whatever they wanted.

Kunlun Yanri Palace was the most outrageous of them all, and many sword students were furious. However, the Sword Academy was loosely organized and difficult to unite. Moreover, the other side was indeed powerful, and for several days they could only suffer repeated humiliations. If it weren't for Jiang Yin'er stepping forward, the sword students of this level would have truly lost all face.

I really didn't expect such an arrogant remark: "What are you trying to prove by coming to the Sword Cultivation Academy?"

They weren't after any wandering martial arts practitioners or remote sects, but rather the sacred ground of the Sword Sect of the Middle Twelve, Kunlun Yanri Palace, where the two leading figures resided.

Who doesn't enter this courtyard with pride? How can such words not inspire one's heart?

Xu Wensang probably realized that he had been frozen for a while, and raised his eyes and said coldly, "Since it is Young Hero Pei in person... then I will learn from you."

He certainly couldn't go back to avoid the war, otherwise Yanri Palace would truly become a laughing stock.

He took a deep breath and slowly drew his sword. As he gripped the cold, heavy iron weapon, a sense of security returned to his heart.

He has been with this weapon for eighteen years.

He knows everything about it and has used it to defeat countless opponents to reach where he is today.

There's no reason for him to be intimidated before the battle even begins, to fear an arrogant young man four years his junior whom he's never heard of before.

He firmly holds the eighteenth place in the rankings, and this time, Yu Lin aims to enter the top fifteen. If he's lucky, he might even make it into the top ten.

Aside from his reputation, this young man had never actually made a move against the Zhujian Sect.

Xu Wensang was willing to admit that he was likely stronger than himself, but the real question of victory or defeat was another matter—where did that strength that defeated Li Zhi come from, and could he really replicate it at will? He was arrogant and underestimated his opponent, and had never actually seen Yan Rigong's swordsmanship before. Wasn't that a flaw? Besides... he did look somewhat tired, lazy and not fully awake, and his lips were still a little pale.

Xu Wensang drew his sword, these thoughts flowing through his mind one after another. His mind calmed down.

—Even Yan Feiqing, wasn't he also prepared to test his skills?
The two faced each other with swords drawn. Xu Wensang silently raised his sword, using the same "Six Blades Cutting the Sun" technique as Chen Mishuang.

Everyone had witnessed this violent sword strike in Chen Mi's hands; all swordsmen had no choice but to dodge it, and Jiang Yin'er had to fight desperately to win. But now, in Xu Wensang's hands, this sword strike was as if it had been reborn, becoming more than twice as powerful.

Pei Ye did not move.

There are two things that are true at the moment. First, he is indeed quite tired. He has been tense for days, and after sleeping, he is inevitably exhausted both physically and mentally. Second, he is already very annoyed by the Kunlun Yanri Palace.

His only impression of it was of Xu Weizhou, a Xuanmen (mysterious sect) figure who emerged from it and became the Prefect of Bowang Prefecture. Later, during the descent of the Immortal Lord, he held a position without performing his duties, indirectly causing the deaths of many people.

So at this moment, he only drew his sword once. It was his most familiar, most skilled, and most comfortable sword strike.

[Clouds obscure the view, feathers are lost]

Xu Wensang saw the young man draw his sword, yet he still charged straight at him.

His sword gazed far into the distance, and since the boy had just witnessed this sword strike, the boy must have some understanding of it.

As long as one understands it, one can use it to one's advantage.

When he thrust his sword out, it was already after the fourth strike.

Then the sword was pressed against the boy's throat, and he seemed to understand nothing.

Xu Wensang was unaware that this was because the boy hadn't really paid attention to what sword Chen Mishuang was using; he was mainly focused on the girl.

He only realized that the boy had disappeared before his eyes.

His vision, hearing, inner energy, and sense of smell... everything suddenly vanished, leaving only a deep, cold, and silent night enveloping him.

The sword arena was silent, and even the highest-ranking sword students were stunned and shocked.

Many people have heard of his legend, but this is the first time they have seen him in action.

So powerful...so beautiful. No one can escape such sword intent.

Before the night sky, as black as glass, lay a white world.

Snowflakes suddenly fell in spring, sharp and light, like the wounded feathers of an immortal, while the surrounding air seemed to be jade, becoming clearer and clearer as it was polished.

The ground is covered in snow, the lake is like a mirror of ice, and beneath the silver trees lie jade, blood, and wounded feathers.

All the blazing sunlight vanished in an instant, leaving only a bare, cold sword. Xu Wensang also lost all sense of it, and didn't even hear its clanging as it fell to the ground.

As if in an instant, the entire sword arena awoke from a dream, all the dreamlike beauty vanished, and people were completely mesmerized.

A few breaths later, Xu Wensang stood frozen in place, the young man listless and quiet, the tip of the sword pressed against his throat.

He didn't even move his feet.

Since the Winter Sword Platform in December of last year, a full three months have passed, and Pei Ye's sword has once again appeared before the eyes and ears of Shenjing.

(End of this chapter)